Treacherous Love

Chapter 4 ~ Save My Voice

When I felt a warm hand laced upon my knee.

I completely froze. My eyes getting wide, as my pupils shrunk, my Iris's transforming into a light pleading blue. The cold sweat taking over my body.

I slowly peered at he hand place on my knee, and followed it up to being Hayes. A smirk displayed on his grim face.

The open windows brought in a gust of cooling wind, as Hayes noticed my state, silently chuckling. His hand remained on my knee for a few minutes. I knew not to remove it, because he would only get to the next part quicker and more aggressively.

After a few minutes of silence worrying, he squeezed my knee, sending tingles up my spine, as I shivered in the display. Hayes then moved his hand further up my leg, placing it on my low thigh muscle, using his thumb to stroke, lightly my soft skin.

I let out a small whimper, trying to escape to a different universe, away from this invading moment. I squeeze my eyes shut, and pretend I am away.

But open my eyes to the disappointing reality that no-one has noticed this abuse, that will only get worse. I feel my heart beat faster in my stomach, and chest, a drum pounding on my ears as the cloudy sky outside rolls on. Light thunder sounding in the distance.

That's when I catch sight of Aspen's face from across the room, he catches my gaze. I slowly dip my head down to the hand and then rise it back up to his gaze. I mouth "help me." And as his eyes stain with fright, me gets the message. I gulp, and a low rumble of thunder travels through the sky.

I pray to God, that Hayes did not notice my action. I let out a silent sigh of relief as I'm pretty sure it went unnoticed.

But a second later, his grip tences on my thigh when I realize Aspen has glared towards him. Giving away the information.

I look down biting my lip, closing my eyes, trying to keep the cries of help in. Hayes moves his hand farther up my thigh, and as he does so, he whispers over to me. "Those little actions, are not going to go unnoticed by me. Do you really think I would let that slide. I haven't changed, and I will always know. And if you don't want your little boyfriend-lover to run away scared from you, an let everyone know about your little, secret, I suggest you keep your sweet little mouth shut, sweetheart, and obey." Then he whispered dirty saying in my ear, making sure his eye contact went to me and then Aspen torturing the both of us. My vision blurred my upcoming tears. He was controlling me, almost, and hurting the people I love. This is why I can't know too many people, because if I get hurt, I hurt them too. I let a tear fall, cascading down my cheek.

After he was done, saying his provoking words he squeezed my thigh once again harder this time, causing me to quake. Hayes smiling at his actions, of my reactions. Pain crossed Aspen's face, as I looked to his eyes with tears flooding mine, threatening to spill over, as I looked down away from his gaze.

A lightning bolt shooting across the sky, lighting the room up. Aspen's gaze of deep hurt, as I have to give into Hayes ways. The class cheers for the lightning flashing around, if only they knew what it took to create it. I silently cry in my seat as a tear escapes my eye, rolling down my cheek, mixing with the cast shadows. Aspen staring at me, jaw dropped as tears form in his eyes. His desire to help me, blinded by the reality of possibly hurting me and the classes reactions.

I looked up to Aspen, his eyes prominent with each flash of lightning. My eyes a bold blue, displaying the gold speck in my eyes more than normal, Aspen watches me cry as I meet his gaze for a few moments, I plead, but then Hayes notices and dig his nails into my thigh causing me to cry out in pain, as Hayes smiles to himself, but looking over to Aspen. I cover my eyes, to hide the tears running down my cheeks, my sobs covering by the cheering of the class for the thunder storm arising outside our windows.

Hayes, moves his fingers up my thigh, dangerously dancing across my exposed skin. Stopping right before my sensitive area, stroking my thigh with his thumb, as I try to calm down. But my breathes heave as I know what comes next, invading abuse.

Aspen watches helpless, as Hayes trails his fingers up to my crotch area. He grips tightly, the area high up on my thigh tentatively squeezing it, as his thunder finds it's way up to my sensitive spot. Grazing over the area, lightly, stroking. But getting harder, and stronger, more forced with every graze. Hayes roughly added pressure as I whimper.

Aspen watching, sobs choking in his throat as he can do nothing to save his love from being abused, invaded, and in pain as his enemy, Hayes, smirks at the both of them. Knowing what he is doing will cause permanite damage in a horrid wash of memories.

But the worst part is, it's only the beginning.

Big gloppy raindrops start to appear against the windows, as Hayes presses harder and harder, every second, making sure to hurt me. I quietly plead for help, but there is no answer.

Once Hayes is done with some of his part of the punishment on me and Aspen, causing us pain, for insulting Nash. He tries to grab my wrist, but I press my hand to the chair side in my lap, trying to keep a grip. But of course Hayes does not care about the placement, he actually enjoys it.

They become more and more evil every year.

Hayes desperately tries to pry my hand from the chair, enjoying the denial. But eventually let's out grunts of effort, as he forgets my strength. But he soon gets a grip of my wrist, by elbowing me hard in the stomach, causing me to cry out in pain, leaning forward, holding my stomach. Cringing.

As this is going in, Hayes takes grab of my dainty left wrist in his tight grip. He whispers,"Obey." Harshly in my ear. I continue sobbing looking down, helpless, feeling drained of life. I let him take my wrist, as a bright flash of white light flashed, accompanied by a crash of shaking thunder, as his bright blue eyes are showed in the light, looking controlling and frightening.

Aspen is silently slamming his fit on his desk, crying into his lap. Which make my desperate sobs louder.

My hand being pulled over onto, Hayes lap, placed on his bulge of an area.

And the worse part is I can't scream, I can't cry out loud enough for others to hear, I can't get help. I am stuck to defend myself, but my voice lost, in the need to obey.

"Save your voice Sweetheart." Hayes says to me, a smirk playing on his lips, bright blue eyes creepily and frightening illuminated into the flashed of continuos lightning, thunder crackling through the sky, raining pattering the windows harder every second, as my tears go on to fall, free-falling.

Aspen, his head on his desk, stained from wet tears, as his arm is stretched towards me, desperation for each other's serenity, showed on our pained faces. Practically written in indescribable words on them.

Kept. As we must save our voices.

Some people are punished for unlabeled reasons, but we find ways around it. But how do I find my way across the brick wall to paradise?

Through the rain, through the rain. We cry in love and desire.

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A/N: Sorry if this part was really emotional. It supposed to talk about the abuse that Sandra is put through, and it's only the beginning, and to tell people not to abuse. Because just imagine if you were in this situation. Please Respect ❤️